Dimitri half listened to what to everyone speak, however he gave no input of his own. Under normal circumstances it would simply be due to his lack of social experience, however right now his was so absorbed in trying keep his soul wavelength at a certain level that he was simply unable to give a response. He briefly looked up when he heard Ju-Long say his name, however as the weapon was currently speaking to someone else, Dimitri returned to his task without missing a beat. It was tricky keeping his wavelength going at a constant rate due to the water, however Dimitri felt as though he was starting to get the hang of things. Or at least he did until Victorique tugged on his sleeve. Despite having made a small step in the right direction in regards to dealing with being touched, the sudden action when he'd been so preoccupied caused Dimitri to jolt, and as a result, lose focus on what he was doing. There was a muffled cracking noise under Dimitri's left hand, and a few splits in the wood spiderwebbed out from beneath his middle knuckle.
The meister donned a mortified expression as he stopped and raised his hands to survey the damage. It seemed that either, the kyukon water was more effective than originally thought, desk was thicker than it looked, or the desk was made from very strong wood, as the inwardly dented epicenter of the crack was only about the size of a half dollar, though it did little to soothe his concern. Dimitri's forehead began to bead with sweat, 'Oh sweet death the teacher is going to be pissed when he sees the damage. Please for the love of everything sweet and proper let me have the money to replace the damage.'.
The meister donned a mortified expression as he stopped and raised his hands to survey the damage. It seemed that either, the kyukon water was more effective than originally thought, desk was thicker than it looked, or the desk was made from very strong wood, as the inwardly dented epicenter of the crack was only about the size of a half dollar, though it did little to soothe his concern. Dimitri's forehead began to bead with sweat, 'Oh sweet death the teacher is going to be pissed when he sees the damage. Please for the love of everything sweet and proper let me have the money to replace the damage.'.